Tuesday, 26 January 2010

Haiti - No Words Can Describe It

The day after the earthquake I received permission to prepare for and head south to Port-au-Prince, Haiti. This would prove to be one of the most difficult assignments I have ever had to date on two levels.

The level of the destruction, death, and suffering by Haitians and Internationals living or working there is for me, indescribable. My efforts to tell the stories of these people, and of the cities in southern Haiti seemed to fall short on all of the ten days I spent on the ground there. Images were not hard to come by of pain, suffering, death, destruction, looting, violence - of people trying to survive and people trying to deal with death all around them. Images were everywhere, but the task was, in many ways impossible. Although I tried to touch on many different aspects of this story, I feel that it is incredibly difficult to fully give a reader a sense of the scale of this story.  It is impossible to share fully the stench of death and rot on the streets, the palpable fear of men, women and children who are sleeping in the streets and will be for a very long time. Impossible to show the unimaginable amount of destroyed buildings that will have to be razed, and built up again one day.